Chain Of Pleasure

Chapter 6

He didn't like taking Castiel with him on runs, not lately anyway. It was always one thing after another, whether he just wasn't paying attention to what was going on or he just didn't give a s**t; they'd lost three men this week because of him. Edward was pretty sure Castiel wanted to die, he had it written all over his face but Edward didn't really understand why. Usually, when Edward was still raring to go, Castiel was jumping at the chance to fight beside him but now. . .

The Earth shook beneath their feet and Edward whipped his head up, seeing a violent c***k of lighting come down and strike a flag pole tittering in the wind a few blocks ahead of them. The clouds were sudden and rolling, agitated and far with lightning rumbling around their creases. Murmurs started amongst the group of four, Edward looking at Castiel through a side glance but he didn't speak directly to him. The ground shook again, the pole being struck a second time and intuition bloomed in the back of Edward's mind; angels?

"What the Hell," Edward murmured, clenching his gun tight in his hand.

Wind had begun to pick up and Edward was reminded of a time, not too long ago actually, that an angel had appeared in front of him with the same display. Weather changes, cracks of lightning, violent winds and that annoying ringing in his ear. Edward took a step back, subconsciously moving himself closer to Cas as his hands raised the rifle in his arms. Edward huffed but jerked his chin at the others, a silent signal to hold their ground; nothing had reared its head yet, this was just an odd run was all.

"An angel has fallen," Castiel murmured, ever narrowed eyes moving to slits on the flagpole in the distance. "I. . .I think. . ."

Edward snorted and shifted his weight. "What the Hell would one of them be doing crashing here," of course, he wasn't denying the similarities of the occurrence.

Castiel shook his head and started walking, eyes cautious on his surroundings. Edward snorted but jerked his chin at the others to follow. They seemed just as skeptical as him, but if Edward said jump, they asked how high. Even if Castiel was the one leading in this case. Edward had already proven time and time again that he was leader and plenty supported him, very few argued. He'd saved the group plenty of times, even though they all vocalized how protestant they were to his harsh treatment. But there was more than one reason to fear Edward, he just didn't make the affliction public.

Edward's eyes swept around the overgrown garden the lightning had led them too, seeing roses and lilies wilting in growth from mistreatment. The group leeched out but not far, guns raised and eyes vigilant as Edward trekked deeper with Castiel, who was breathing harder. Edward arched an eyebrow at his former best friends back; he never got worked up anymore, this must actually be something.

"Edward," Cas' gruff voice came from somewhere ahead of him.

Edward blinked a few times and realized he had stopped walking. He adjusted his rifle in his hands and stepped cautiously towards the spot Castiel had stopped on the cracked sidewalk. He was peering into the bushes to Edward's left and then Edward's eyes followed, eyes widening when he saw the small girl in the bushes.

She was small, obviously, but he could tell she wasn't much younger than fifteen at the least; stunted growth. Her hair was dark, maybe brown but he could mistake it for a deep red. The back of her head was matted with what he knew was blood on instinct and there was a shotgun clenched in bruised fingers. Her puffy lips were ringed with blood and she was wearing a short nightdress, no shoes.

"s**t," Edward murmured as he slipped his rifle onto his back. He stepped over the short bushes and crouched down beside her, sticking two fingers to her pulse, sighing in relief when he found one. "She's alive," he looked up at Cas. "Think she's an angel?"

Cas stared down at the girl, eyes following as Edward hefted her up gently into his arms; he gave the shotgun to Castiel, who ran his eyes over fresh, intricate engraving in the stock and metal.

"She is not an angel," Castiel looked up from under his brow. "But she is different. . .we bring her back to camp immediately."

"Cas, we have a run to make," kind of hard to argue when he had an unconscious, bloody girl in his arms.

"We take her back, then we finish the run. Chuck can watch over her until we return."

Edward sighed, wanting to rub the bridge of his nose. "Fine," he gave him the best b***h face he could manage. "We take her back, but I want you to stay with her."

Cas furrowed his brow, opening his mouth to speak but Edward was already walking away, barking orders at the group. Time to protest? Of course Edward wouldn't give him any, he would just leave the confused angel lingering behind him while the others crowded, questioned what was going on.

"What's going on," what was his name again? Randy? Phil? Some f*****g s**t. "Where the Hell did she come from?"

"Don't worry about it," Edward snapped, adjusting the girl as she groaned. "We're headed back to camp, but we leave again in twenty once we get there. We need to restock on ammo anyway."

The man -- Randy felt right -- groaned. "Man, that's what we came out here for in the first place!"

Edward narrowed his eyes further. "Want a repeat of last time, huh," his voice was low, deadly. "I could whip your ass with her in my arms, wanna test it?"

There was a deep inhale, eyes flickering up and down Edward, who towered over the man by at least a foot and a half; sizing him up. Edward snorted and started walking back to the cars, laying the girl down in the back seat of his Jeep; she didn't stir. He looked sideways at Cas, who sat in the passenger seat, stone faced and eyes forward even when Edward slammed the drivers side door.

"I don't know what the f**k your problem is," Edward started, getting only a side glance from Cas. "But it better be fixed by the time I get back."

She woke up.

She couldn't think something like she woke up with a massive headache or she woke up in a great deal of pain because she was still stuck on the fact that she had woken up.

Piper blinked slowly from her place on her side, coming face-to-face with an unused fireplace. Her eyes flickered around, finding mute familiarity with the wooden walls towering over her. Yes, her body aches and yes she had a massive headache but she sat up on shaky arms, wet hair (?) falling into her face as she looked around. There were duffel bags and a pool table-turned-conference-table in the center of the room, maps laid out and gun parts on top of them. There were stairs nearby and she wanted to know where they led but the question still lingered: why was she alive?

There was no doubt in her mind that she was still alive, she just didn't understand how she knew that but she was trying to suppress a panic attack so thinking it over and over and over and - what the Hell was that noise?

Piper ducked her head when she heard a fridge open -- the rattle of the shelves giving it away -- and peered into what was supposed to be the kitchen. There was a man leaning into the fridge, scars highlighted along a fluid back even with his silhouette; for some reason, the sight of him soothed her. It was that sense of familiarity again, like she had seen that back on a regular occasion but that didn't make sense. The man grunted and plucked up half a bottle of cold whiskey, shutting the door and tilting his head back to take a heady swig when he turned around to her.

He had an anti-possession tattoo on his chest.

Piper's breath hitches and he notices on point, piercing green eyes finding her and she squeaks out his name before she can stop herself.

"Edward."

He takes instant defense, slamming the bottle down on the counter and stalking towards her. Everything thumps: Her heart, the floorboards. Piper scrambles back, screaming as she slips off the cot and hits the floor, pain making her seize. She looks up in fear of Edward -- she knows its him, she just does -- and he hovers over her, panting before he reaches down for her. A knee slams up against the apex of her thighs, strong hands gripping her upper arms as he roughly slammed her back against the floor. Hair ruffled around her and she couldn't help but inhale his musk, her heart fluttering for more than one reason. Despite the fear, despite the confusion, Piper was beneath the Edward Winchester.

A position she had always dreamed of being in.

"How the Hell do you know my name," he growled, spittle dotting the tip of her nose.

Piper whimpered and squirmed beneath him. "If I tell you," she arched her back beneath him. "You won't believe me!"

He chuckled darkly in his throat and she could swear his eyes turned black for a minute. "I've seen far more things than you can imagine, dream of, s**t you wouldn't believe," he peered up from under his brow. "So -- try me."

Piper swallowed, bucking up against him. "I-I'm from a different reality I guess," she stuttered over the words. "You're just a character! You're name is Jensen Ackles, Edward is just a character!"

His eyes popped wide but only for a split second, then they narrowed again; he seemed to believe her a little but it wasn't enough. "What kind of sick f*****g trick is this?!"

Piper shook her head fiercely. "Not the French Mistake! I swear to you Edward, please I'm nothing! I just - "

"You know my f*****g name," Edward snarled. "You appeared after someone on our team swore an angel fell in lightning -- who are you?!"

"I'm a dead girl," she wailed beneath him. "I blew my f*****g brains out last night! I blew my brains out and my last thought was that maybe my Heaven will be a part of your life! But I didn't want the pissed off, hard f*****g version of you! Its 2014, right? Sam's gone? Lucifer is in his body?"

Edward was completely frozen above her, his fingers so tight around her arms that she could feel the blood stopping in some places. She was going numb, she ached and she was so f*****g scared right now. She'd always wanted to be in Supernatural, begged God every night to just bring her there, even for a day but she didn't want to be here in the Endverse. She didn't want to be pinned beneath an empty man with a stick up his ass, a version that actually hurt to see -

"The angels sent you to f**k with me," Edward breathed. "To submit to Michael at last," he shook his head fiercely. "Well, you can go ahead and tell them f*****g no for the millionth time."

Piper yelped yet again when he pushed off of her, making her feel so incredibly small; he really was a big man. And half naked. And totally beautiful. And completely effing pissed.

"I don't know what else to say," she whispered softly. "I swear to you, I'm not associated with any angels. Or demons. Or anything else - my name is Piper, I'm from Wiggins, Mississippi and I shot myself with my grandfathers shotgun when my mother was trying to attack me for the hundredth time," she wiggled until she was propped up on her elbows. "Edward, I don't know what I can do to convince you that I'm anything but a dead girl."

Edward stared down at Piper for a long time, broad chest heaving and fingers flexing at his sides. She was scared, reasonably so and she stayed where she was. Piper, like so many people, had wanted to meet Edward Winchester, be in Supernatural. . .

And here she was, with a pissed off Edward and a twisted version of a world she thought beautiful.

"You're gonna go to Cas in the morning," he snapped. "But, tonight, you're gonna be handcuffed to the rail of my bed until then so I can keep an eye on you."

Piper almost protested, but he snatched her up before she had the chance. She was nothing in his hands, light as a feather. She winced at the handful of splinters she knew were plucking at her tender soles, squeaking and grabbing onto his bare back to keep her balance up the stairs. Edward growled at her but Piper didn't let him go, he got the hint and grumbled his way with her in tow.

"Sleep," he pulled out the handcuffs from a bedside table. "Don't sleep," he shrugged as he pushed her down onto a pillow he tossed beneath her. "Doesn't matter to me," she flinched as the handcuffs bit closed around her wrist. "Just don't f*****g cry."

She had no reason, she was too confused.

"Okay," she murmured meekly.

Edward paused and then snorted, clicking off the soft amber light beside his bed. The bed squeaked and swayed slightly as he must have just thrown himself down. Piper curled her legs up beneath her, deciding this was much better than being home with her mother. Sure she was handcuffed to a bed, and very confused, and should be dead, but she would take this over listening to her mother scream at her any day.

"What did you do?!"

There was so much blood, so much of it, and other things she didn't want to imagine, acknowledge because oh my God her baby --

She held the limp, cold body close to her chest and wailed, stroking back hair from a hole that her fingers trembled around. The dog whimpered and shuffled around the end of the bed, barking when lights began to fill the room, poundings on the door; the older woman shuffled towards it, crying , begging for help.

"Wh-What did I do," she whimpered, looking down at Piper's body, holding her close, afraid to let her go. "What did I do?!?!"

"Oh," the first paramedic stopped, the second did not, moving to pry the woman from her child. "Ma'am, ma'am we're going to need you to let her go and step back. We need room."

"What did I do," she screamed, bloody fingers grasping at air as they secured Piper to the gurney. "What the f**k did I do?!"